Where did this idea come from, you ask? I am in love with the movie The Game Plan, so that might have something to do with it. I am not a fan of re-makes, though, so this story will be pretty different. Hopefully.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth

Stella POV

We just finished playing a concert at Madison Square Garden. Even though this had been our third time performing here, you still couldn't shake the thrill that you got from standing up on that stage. I lay on my hotel bed, thinking about all of the twists and turns that the band had gone through throughout the years. I was partly surprised that the band had managed to stay together for so long. For ten years, so far.

Olivia had left the band about eight years ago, and I still couldn't understand why. She had just packed up and left, not contacting any of us after she was gone. At first we all thought it was because of the giant fight that she had with Wen before she left, but then we started wondering if it was because she wanted to go to college, or perhaps she was tired of the band. Whatever it was, she was gone. Mo and I shared the job of being the lead singer in Olivia's place, but it still didn't sound the same.

Things were going well with Charlie and Mo. Let's face it; we had all expected that they would have gotten together sooner or later. Scott had been kicked out of the band shortly after he had joined. It turns out that there many lovely young girls Mo's age in NYC, and he cheated on her the day after we performed in Madison Square Garden. That's when she and Charlie had hooked up, and now they both lived together in an apartment.

We still saw a lot of Scott- He kept himself busy doing interviews about "what it had been like to be in Lemonade Mouth". They were hilarious to watch.

Actually, we all lived in the New York area now. Charlie and Mo lived in an apartment in Greenwich Village, while I lived in the Hamptons, and Wen lived alone in his apartment in the Upper East Side. I guess that we like it in New York more. It is a bit more exciting here, and easier to get to performances this way.

I still enjoyed staying in hotels when I came out to the city, though. I snuggled into the comforter on the queen sized bed and moaned. My personal life, you ask? I wouldn't necessarily say that I don't have one; it's just that I don't have a boyfriend or a 'significant other'. Unlike Wen, I'm not the type to have a different woman in my bed every night after the parties we went to. Sometimes I think that it is no wonder that Olivia left. Wen really blossomed into a party animal after our band took off.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by Mo, who entered the room quietly. "Oh," she exclaimed when she saw me staring at her. "I didn't know that you were awake." She explained, throwing her bag onto one of the couches in the room. "Charlie and Wen went back to their apartments so that we could have a girl night." She said, sitting on the bed next to me. I nodded slowly. "Does this mean that I will be forced to watch the Lifetime Movie Network with you again?" I asked.

Mo responded by throwing a pillow in my face. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "There is nothing with the movies on that channel. They teach important life lessons." Mo pointed out. I groaned. "Yes, one important life lesson is fine. It because abuse when you force someone to watch ten of those movies in a row!" I exclaimed, holding my hands up in front of my face for defensive. Mo laughed.

We sat in silence for a while, the TV playing some episode of the Kardashians . "Mo, do you really want to stay here tonight?" I asked. Mo shook her head after a while. "I don't really feel in the mood, either." She sat up, turning off the annoying women screaming at each other on the screen. "I'm thinking that the guys just dumped us here so that they could go to a strip club or something." I joked. Mo's face turned pale white. "You don't think?" She turned to me, her eyes widening.

I laughed. "Relax, Mo. I doubt that your little boy-toy will be unfaithful to you." It came out a bit more bitter than I had been hoping for Mo's eyes softened a bit. "You could try to get out and date, you know." She pointed out, grabbing her bag from the couch. I shrugged. "When the right person comes along. If the right person comes along." I shrugged as I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

"You coming?"

Wen POV

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked. Tanya stood up on her toes and kissed me again. "You know that I am going to California for two weeks, baby." She started grabbing onto my shirt. "You know that I don't want to go." She leaned up towards my lips again. I leaned back. "I have something for you." I said, heading to my "Tanya" room that was deeper in my house.

The Tanya room was a room full of possible gifts for Tanya. I randomly chose a Dooney and Burke bag and headed back towards Tanya, who was leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes lit up when she saw the bag. "Oh, baby!" She kissed me on my lips again. She reached into my shirt and I felt her cold hands on my skin. I pulled her hands out of my shirt. "Tanya, babe, not now. We just did." I pointed out, leading her to the door.

Tanya pouted for a moment, but perked up in an instant. She kissed me on my lips again before stepping outside of the door. "I'll call you the minute that I land." She promised. I nodded, smiling. "I'll be waiting." She smiled seductively and headed out the door.

I let out a sigh and threw my body onto the couch in the middle of my giant Fifth Avenue apartment. I probably would have taken a nap when my cell phone rang. I got up and walked over to the dining table a picked up my phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. "What?" I practically spat into the phone.

"Hey, Wen. First of all, you realize that it is three in the morning, right? What were you doing, playing around with that slut you like to call your girlfriend?" Stella spat. I groaned. "Stella, if you're gonna keep talking about my girlfriend like that, then I'm not going to be able to speak to you."

There was a huff on the other end, and then a bunch of rustling. Seconds later Mo was on the phone. "Wen? What the heck did you say to Stella?" She sounded out of breath.

"Nothing!" I exclaimed. "She was insulting Tanya." I defended myself. I heard another groan, but I decided to ignore it. "The three of us think that we should practice tomorrow while Stella's still in town. We're going on tour at the end of the month, so we should try to get as much practice as we can in." She explained.

"Okay." I mumbled into the phone, which I probably shouldn't have done. "What are you even doing up this early? Was Tanya over? Have you been drinking again?" She sounded disgusted. While she was talking I walked over to the couch again, because I didn't feel like heading to my bedroom. "Of course not, Mo. I stopped a long time ago. Where are you and Stella, anyways? Aren't you staying at the hotel?" I asked, changing the subject as I eyed the bottle of Vodka on the dining table.

"Don't try and turn this around on me. And for your information, I went back home and Stella is here with me. Charlie and I are going to have a…special night. But that isn't any of your business." I opened my mouth to say something, but Mo cut me off, as if she had been in the room with me. "Good night, Wen. Please try and sleep for a couple of hours." Then she hung up the phone.

I did sleep for a while, I think. I woke up when I heard the house phone ringing over and over again. God, why the hell were those things so freaking loud? I forced myself off of the couch and answered the phone. "What?" I growled. "Don't you know what time it is?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gifford. I have a lovely... young lady asking for you down here. And just to remind you, it is three o' clock in the afternoon, but I am sure that you already knew that." The doorman, Elfie's voice filled the receiver. My eyebrows rose and I stood up suddenly. "Send her up, Santos." I commanded, checking myself out in the mirror.

"She has a friend with her," He warned. I chuckled. "The more, the merrier." I declared, checking my walk-in closet for a clean shirt. I heard Effie sigh on the other line. "Alright; I'm sending them up."

I changed out of my old clothes and sat down on the couch to wait. While I was waiting, I got a text.

Sent by: Charlie

Meet at our crib at 12, k?

I quickly texted him back.

Recipients: Charlie

Sure, sure, ill be there

Suddenly the doorbell rang, so I got up, feeling a little excited with myself. I opened the door and felt surprised when I didn't see anyone. I leaned my head out the door and looked down the hallway. "Hey! Look over here, smart ass!" I heard a small voice exclaim.

I looked down at a little girl clutching a small suitcase in one hand and a pocketbook in the other and a boy with a suitcase and a baseball cap. The girl smacked the boy. "Jaxson!" She admonished. "Don't be rude!" She sounded like Mo had when she was lecturing me earlier. I stared at the two for a moment. "Hey, kids, I'm expecting someone, so whatever you're trying to sell," I took a wad of hundred dollar bills out of my pocket, "I'll buy ten of each. Just get out of here."

The boy's eyes widened slightly at the money, but the girl smacked him again. "We aren't here to sell anything." She started, taking a step closer to me. My eyebrow rose as I instinctively took a step back. "Well, I don't need any car washing or anything like that." I said, rolling my eyes. Where was this chic that Elfie had told me about?

The girl took a couple more steps forward until she was in my apartment. "Whoa," she breathed, looking around. "Your house is huge!" The boy walked in next to her. "It might not be his house. It could be a hotel. You saw the way that it looked downstairs. There was even a guy who called the room. They don't usually have that in places where people live." He pointed out.

I sat down on another couch that was closer to the door and held my hands up in defensive. "Whoa. What are you guys doing, walking into some random man's house? Didn't your mother teach you better than that?" I asked, thinking about what Mo would say if she were here. The girls brown eyes widened. "Well, actually, no. she never said anything about walking into someone's hotel house." She looked thoughtful. "She said not to talk to strangers," The boy offered with a shrug.

I stood up, guiding the kids to the door by their shoulders. "Look, is there anyone here with you?" I asked; my cell phone out ready to call the front desk. The pair looked at each other.

"Yes."

"No."

They both spoke at the same time, and then both of their heads whipped around to stare at each other. My eyebrows rose. "Is there anyone with you? It isn't a complicated question." I folded my arms over my chest, feeling quite stupid as I did so. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but the girl cut him off. "We're here with our father, right Jaxson?" She asked, turning to her brother. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, I think that you'd better go find him, because he is probably freaking out." I ushered them both out the door. The boy shook his head. "No he isn't."

I sighed. "How do you know that he isn't worried? I would be." I tried to reason with the kid. The girl shook her head. "We know he isn't worried. He's right here, in this room, with us." She explained. I took a moment to understand what she was saying. I suddenly bolted up, almost hitting my head on one of the lights. "No, no, no way. I do not have any kids." I declared slamming the door in their tiny faces.

I heard a whimper, then "Be a man!" and the sound of another slap. They started whispering in hushed tones, and then I heard another knock on the door. I got up and opened the door again, and wasn't surprised to see the two again. "What?" I asked.

The girl seemed to tremble a bit. "Wow. I didn't think that you would be this mean." She mumbled. "We really are your kids." The boy spoke up. "We can prove it!" He insisted. I chuckled. "How?"

Ten minutes later both kids were inside of my apartment, their coats off and their bags thrown around the living room. I had both of their birth certificates in my hand, and I looked back and forth between both pieces of paper.

"So you guys are twins, huh?" I called, noticing the pair wander throughout the living room of my house. "Yeah." The girl called back. "I'm older by five minutes." She added, checking out the framed poster of our band from a few years ago.

I scoffed. "This doesn't prove anything. Anyone could have created a fake-" Before I could finish my sentence Jaxson pointed a finger on his birth certificate where it said my name.

Wendell Gifford.

"Told you," He teased, jumping onto the couch with me. "Hey, watch it!" I exclaimed, and the boy looked surprised. "That's a twenty five thousand dollar couch!"
The girl walked over and put her hands on her hips. "That seems like a lot of money just to pay for a couch. Why don't you put the money in the bank and save it, or donate it to kids that need it?" She asked.

I stared at her as if she were an alien from another planet. "What?" She asked, noticing. I noticed that she had big, brown eyes, just as Olivia had. Olivia. What had happened to her? Where was she now? "So let's get something straight. If I am your father, who is your mother?" I asked carefully. The kids shared a look. "Olivia White, who else?" The boy asked. "We watched all of the interviews and stuff from when you guys were younger, and it looks pretty obvious." The girl added.

I set down the certificates and dialed the number that was at the top of my emergency number list.

Stella Yamada.

Stella was at my apartment in five minutes flat when I told her that I had an emergency. She didn't even knock; she had a key to my house. She walked into the room with a pair of combat boots on, with a blue shirt and a black leather jacket over it, with dark ripped jeans. She flipped her dark sunglasses up into her hair as if it were a headband, and rolled her eyes at me. I had to wonder why she was wearing sunglasses when it was so dreary outside-it was probably going to snow. I noticed that she had dark eyeliner on-but then again, why the hell was I noticing these things? She was my friend, not another girl at the club.

"What's the emergency, Gifford? Another hangover? Trouble with your dumb-ass girlfriend-oh, wait, I am not allowed to utter her name or I'll be kicked out of your life, right?" She rambled, arms folded. The girl leaned over from her seat in the kitchen-she had been drawing. Her eyebrows were raised. "I heard a curse word, and another word that has to do with an inappropriate word." She exclaimed, turning to her brother, who was playing on a Nintendo DS of some sort.

Stella's eyes widened as wide as saucers-I had never seen her eyes get so wide before. "Who the-the-what are they?" She exclaimed loudly, gesturing to the two kids sitting at my kitchen table. They both looked up at us again, staring a little longer. They turned to look at each other, and then started whispering together.

I sighed and turned back to Stella. Her eyes were still bulging. "I don't know!" I exclaimed, almost ripping the hair out of my head. "They just showed up!" I slid down to the ground. Stella couldn't take their eyed off of the kids. "And you're that they're yours?" Stella asked, turning to me again. I shrugged. "That's what their birth certificates say," I sighed. Stella sat on an end table and thought for a moment. "Do you know who the mother is? When this all happened? They have to be at least seven years old or something." She sighed.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't remember. Madison Square Garden…we went back to the hotel room. ..had some fun. I don't know." My voice trailed off again as I thought back. Stella leaned back. "How old are you guys?" She called. The kids looked between each other before answering. "Nine."

Stella leaned back on the table. "There you go. You're a daddy, Wen." She pulled out her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked slowly. She stared at me as if I were crazy. "I'm texting Charlie and Mo. They should probably head over here, since practice is gonna be postponed."

"They're yours?" Mo kept asking, sitting on my couch, staring at the kids who sat across from her. I sat next to her while Charlie and Stella sat in chairs. "Look, I don't even look like them!" I exclaimed, gesturing towards the kids who sat in front of me. Mo rolled her eyes and Charlie turned to me. "Really, man? Really?"

The girl, Avery, had red hair with blonde streaks that was down to her back, with brown doe eyes that reminded me of Olivia. She had freckles that looked as if they had been thrown across her face. The boy, Jaxson, had dirty blonde hair with red streaks, but he didn't have any freckles. If you didn't know that the kids were twins you wouldn't have guessed it, because they didn't exactly look the way you would expect twins to look.

I sighed, sitting back in my seat. "You know, we are actually in the room. We aren't lost puppies that just showed up on your doorstep or something." Avery announced. Charlie looked at her as if he just realized she was in the room. "How did you even get here?" He asked after thinking for a while.

Avery turned to look at her brother. "By a plane." She answered simply, and she flipped open her DS so that she could lay Pokémon with her brother. Charlie's eyebrows rose as he turned back to look at me. Mo got up and walked a little closer to them, to which the twins moved backwards in their seat. "Personal space, lady," Jaxson said. Stella laughed. "I like these kids." She announced. We all turned to give her dirty looks.

"So your mother just put you on a plane to New York? Where are you from?" Mo asked. Avery craned her neck to look at me. "You really don't believe that we're kids that you have this woman interrogating us? We can just take DNA test if you don't believe us." She pointed out. Stella laughed out loud and clapped her hands. "I really like these kids." She announced, yet again.

Mo crossed her arms. "You didn't answer my question."
Jaxson looked up from his DS. "We live in California, and yeah, our mom put us on the plane. Does that answer your question?" He asked, staring at Mo. Mo was silent for a moment, and then turned to me. "Your children have quite an attitude." She announced, walking away from them.

It was Charlie's turn to push in on the kids now. "Your mom put you on a plane, and then what? She let you fly across the country by yourself? That doesn't sound like Olivia." Charlie pointed out. Stella nodded. "That is true."

Avery put down her DS and sighed, rolling her eyes. "She flew to New York with us and then put us in the car." She explained. Mo's eyebrows went up. "And this car just magically drove you to some man's house?" She asked, looking at me. This whole time I had just sat back and looked between everyone as they had been speaking. It was pretty interesting now.

"Not just some man. Our father." Jaxson corrected. Charlie slammed his hands on the coffee table. "So you said!" He exclaimed as if we were in a courtroom. Avery stood up quickly as I often did. "Do you want the DNA test?" She asked, her voice rising.

"Guys, stop." I stepped in. Everyone's heads turned around to face me. "What do you expect us to do?" Stella asked. The kids stared at me with raised eyebrows. I stood up and headed for the door. "For now, we just need to practice. Stella has to head back to South Hampton soon." We all headed out the door, and Charlie closed it behind us.

We were almost out the door when Mo's eyes widened. "Wen, the kids!" She exclaimed. My eye widened. "We forgot the kids!" We all rushed upstairs. This 'parenting' thing was going to be harder than I though. But who said that I was keeping these kids?

Oh, wow, the longest chapter that I have written. Should I continue this? I mean, it could easily stay a one shot. I know that there is a Game Plan story out there, but I am not trying to copy it in any way. This is just an idea I have had for a while, and I have taken forever to get to it.